Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.